My wife had called me in the middle of the night with a hint of drunkenness in her voice. She admitted to having too much to drink and asked me to come get her.

I hurried to the private club she mentioned, only to find myself having to change into a bathrobe as soon as I got there.

Surrounded by a group of wealthy women in their fifties, they playfully flirted and teased me relentlessly.

Suddenly, a few of them pounced, pushing me to the ground and demanding I crawl like a dog. Despite the humiliation, my main concern was still my wife's wellbeing.

Hours passed before she finally showed up, disheveled, supported by her male assistant, looking at me with a cold smirk.

It was then that the truth hit me. This whole situation was a scheme she had orchestrated to please him.

My anger rising, I called and spoke through gritted teeth, "Three days. I want every single business under the Spencers wiped out."

Today is the third anniversary of my marriage to Hailey. I went home early, prepared a candlelight dinner, and waited for her to get off work.

After I received Hailey’s call at nine that night, I felt a bit resentful, but more than that, I was worried about her. So, I hurried out to pick her up.

When I arrived at the private club, a staff member asked me to change into a bathrobe.

“What kind of rule is this? I’m just here to pick someone up.”

I was confused.

“Sir, we cater exclusively to high‑end clients. Entering in personal clothing may compromise the level of cleanliness and quality we maintain.”

Eager to get to Hailey as quickly as possible, I had no choice but to comply. They took my phone as well.

However, the bathrobe felt strange. It was too light and flowy, and it would not even close properly at the chest.

Ignoring the discomfort, I headed straight for the room Hailey told me.

The moment I pushed the door open, a curly‑haired woman in her fifties grabbed me and dragged me inside, cheering loudly as she did.

“All right, sisters, we agreed. This one’s mine first!”

I froze in shock. Before I could step back, the door slammed shut and locked.

More than a dozen middle‑aged women were grinning at me lewdly, laughing and making comments.

“Easy there, Nancy. Just look at those lines. This one’s got quality. Save some for the rest of us!”

“Hailey is so lucky. Where did she find a husband like this?”

Some of them had already taken out their phones, pointing the cameras at me. Their faces brimmed with eager anticipation.

I panicked and shouted, “This must be a misunderstanding! I’m here to pick up Hailey!”

Nancy’s hand slid across my chest as she laughed, “We know, we know. Hailey will come once you take good care of us!”

I was about to ask where Hailey had gone when several women suddenly rushed over. Several hands lunged at me, ripping my bathrobe away in an instant.

Anger flared inside me, but before I could say anything, more than a dozen of them pinned me to the carpet.

I struggled desperately but it only made them more excited.

“Nancy, what’s the act tonight? This guy’s got some fight in him. I like that!”

A plump woman with short hair plopped herself down on my stomach and instructed a few others to pin down my arms and legs.

The absurdity of it all made my face burn red as I shouted with difficulty,

“Who are you? I’m calling the police!”

The short‑haired woman covered her mouth with her hand and laughed, “Call the police? Everyone who comes in here signs a confidentiality agreement. You’re the sisters’ dinner tonight. There’s no way you’re getting away!”

“Confidentiality agreement? What agreement? I didn’t sign anything!”

Impatience flashed across Nancy’s face. She walked over and slapped me hard across the face and scolded,

“Eileen likes tough men. I like obedient ones. Keep making noise and I’ll make sure the Spencers are finished!”

My heart clenched. She was using the Spencer family as a threat. Could Hailey have been detained by them too?

Nancy nodded in satisfaction when she noticed I dared not to say a word. She gently touched my face and said,

“That’s more like it. As long as you behave tonight, I’ll guarantee the Spencers make a fortune!”

Worried about Hailey’s safety, I did not dare to act rashly. I decided to gather information first.

At that moment, Eileen got off me, opened a bedside drawer, and handed a chain to Nancy.

Nancy’s eyes lit up. She snapped the chain around my neck and said with a wicked smile,

“Come on. On all fours. Let me take you for a walk so the others can have a look.”

This was absolute humiliation! I refused to give in. My eyes blazed with anger as I swept them all with a glare.

Nancy yanked sharply on the chain around my neck and said in a dissatisfied tone,

“Oh? Still not behaving? Then let me show you who’s the boss!”

She grabbed a leather whip hanging on the wall and advanced toward me like a predator.

Eileen tugged hard on the chain, cutting off my air.

I shouted in panic, “If you lay a hand on me, the Zane family in the capital won’t let you get away with it!”

“The Zanes? Who are you in the Zane family?”

Nancy stopped. Her eyes studied me carefully.

I met her gaze coldly and said, “My name is Troy Zane. You must have heard of my grandfather, Luke Zane!”

The Zane family was a century-old family, and my grandfather’s generation manipulated both the legal and underworld circles.

As the only son of this generation, my family protected me especially. To avoid unnecessary trouble, my family even forbade any news about me from being exposed.

My grandfather made it clear that my identity could not be disclosed until Hailey and I had been married for three years and our relationship was solid.

Nancy stared at me intently and hesitated slightly.

At that moment, Eileen walked over, sneered at me disdainfully, and called out to Nancy, trying to claim the credit, “Nancy, relax! I checked with Hailey. Her husband is just a poor orphan. This guy must have overheard something from her and is just pretending here!”

When I saw Nancy narrowed her eyes, the fleeting relief I had felt returned as sharp anxiety.

Sure enough, Nancy waved her hand and shouted, “Sisters, let’s all have fun with him tonight! Don’t just stand there filming!”

The dozen or so women cheered, “Thanks, Nancy!” Then, they came charging at me like wild animals.

My eyes burned red as I was toyed with by this crowd. As a man, nothing could be more humiliating than this.

The more helplessly I screamed, the more wildly Nancy laughed, tugging harder on the chain.

I could barely breathe and could not fight back at all, forced to endure as my body became covered in slime and filth.

At some point, one of the women grabbed a cigarette and pressed it against me, making me scream in pain as the others followed suit.

Fighting for control over my body, the women began dragging and yanking me around.

I was completely exhausted. My body was covered in blood and burns from the cigarettes.

Finally, the clock struck midnight. The women stopped, panting, still unsatisfied.

“Too bad, time’s up. Handsome, we’ll need you next time!”

As they left one by one, I was left naked, discarded like trash, stripped of every shred of dignity.

I closed my eyes in despair. The silence around me was terrifying. Then I heard Hailey’s voice.

“Troy, are you still alive?”

I quickly opened my eyes and saw Hailey standing at the doorway, unharmed. Only then did I feel a small measure of relief.

I turned my face away in shame. How could a grown man face his wife after enduring hours of absolute humiliation?

Hailey saw me and stood frozen. Chris, who came with her, muttered in astonishment,

“Troy, what happened to you? You look like you just fought a battle.”

A hint of displeasure appeared on Hailey’s face when she heard this. Then, she said with a calm voice, “Take him to the hospital first.”

When we got to the car, Chris opened the back seat for me. Hailey got into the passenger side herself.

I forced a weak smile and whispered, “Can you sit with me, Hailey?”

Hailey stiffened slightly, avoiding my gaze entirely, instinctively putting space between us. She replied irritably,

“You can sit alone in the back. It’s spacious and you won’t touch your wounds.”

A pang of sorrow hit me.

Of course. I could not even accept myself like this. How could Hailey, who had always been so gentle and delicate, deal with it?

While we were on the way to the hospital, I brought up the idea of calling the police.

Chris's hands on the steering wheel jerked suddenly, causing Hailey to grow agitated too.

“No! I signed a confidentiality agreement!”

I froze for a moment. Disbelief flooded over me as I questioned,

“You knew about this all along?”

In the rearview mirror, Hailey pressed her lips together. Her face showed no emotion as she replied flatly,

“How would I know those women would go that far?”

I clenched my fist and said firmly and forcefully,

“What they did was a crime. We have to call the police!”

Hailey whipped her head around and yelled at me,

“Troy! If you call the police, they’ll definitely investigate me! The entire Spencer family will be dragged down! Are you trying to be an ungrateful traitor?”

She shot me a vicious glare. I was stunned.

Was this still the woman who used to melt into my arms and act cute?

When we arrived at the hospital, Hailey did not get out of the car. She only warned me repeatedly not to say anything reckless, then left with Chris without looking back.

I could only go in alone, numbly watching the doctor treat my wounds.

The past few nightmarish hours and Hailey's shift in attitude towards me were absolutely unbearable.

I kept comforting myself. Maybe Hailey had been deceived by those women, or perhaps she was scared of getting the Spencer family involved. That must be why she did not want me to report it. That had to be it.

However, with my capabilities, how could I possibly fail to protect a mere Spencer family?

At the thought of that, I finally made the call.

“Investigate Bloom Haven. I want the full list of last night’s guests and all the footage.”

Two hours later, my assistant arrived at the hospital and respectfully handed me a thick folder.

When it came to the videos, he hesitated for a moment. I narrowed my eyes and glanced at him. He immediately reported,

“We discovered that Madam and Chris were also there… engaging in an illicit relationship!”

What?! It felt like my heart was struck by a heavy blow. My hands trembled as I opened one of the videos.

Last night, Hailey had booked a room right next to the one where I was humiliated. She was cradled in Chris's arms like a princess, blushing as she snuggled close to him.

She mumbled, her lips forming a pout, “You’re the impressive one! Troy is just good‑looking. Let the sisters have their fun. That’s the only thing he’s good for.”

Chris asked with a nasty grin on his face, “Miss Spencer, can you really bear to part with him?”

Hailey sneered, “He’s just a house‑husband living off me! Serving them is all he's good for, isn’t it?”

It only took two short lines to shatter three years of love into pieces.

In her eyes, the silent devotion I had given was nothing more than a tool that could be handed over at will.

Tears poured down my face instantly. My assistant quickly turned his back, careful not to look.

I let out a low, hoarse roar, yet it felt as though a massive stone was crushing my chest, making it hard to breathe.

After a long while, I finally forced out an order, “Take care of a few things for me!”

I slowly clenched my fists. I would make them all repay this debt, one step at a time.